A/N: I love both of these men, so I just had to make a lemon with the three of them. Hope you like!
Please review! It makes my day.
Hermione crept out of her room. It was post-war nightmares, and she had never been able to sleep through the night. Tonight, the nightmare had been longer than usual.
Her nightmares dealt with that night at Malfoy Manor, when Bellatrix Lestrange tortured her, held a knife to her throat, and carved the word 'Mudblood' on her arm.
It was scary, that feeling of loss and hopelessness. She knew that she could not have saved Ron, Fred, Tonks...Harry. She missed them all.
Sirius and Remus had both lost several friends in the war, and Hermione knew that it weighed heavily on them. Probably more than on her. Although she was young, she had seen so much torture and death at the hands of Voldemort's followers. It had to be worse for the older men, as they had seen so much more–their friends were all dead, and Hermione was the only one left of their adored Golden Trio.
It had to be scary.
Remus had become a father figure in Hermione's life, but she couldn't help but feel more for him than just affectionate love. She had crushed on both him and Sirius for years, ever since she had seen them both; Remus since he was her professor in third year, and Sirius since fifth year, when she found out about the Order of the Phoenix.
She knew neither of them saw her in that light, but it hadn't helped her crush. Over the years, her crush on the older men grew stronger and stronger until she was faced with the terrible truth: she loved them both, equally.
Of course, whenever she said the words, they thought she meant as a friend, or father figure.
Little did she know that when they said it back, they meant it.
Hermione tiptoed down the hall of the small flat they had bought. She stopped at the door of Sirius's room–what she really needed was to cheer up, and who better to cheer her up than a Marauder?
She cracked the door open, and gasped at the sight she saw.
Remus had Sirius up against the wall, gripping the canine Animagus by the front of his shirt. Hermione thought for a moment that the two men were fighting, until she saw Remus lean down and capture Sirius' lips in a powerful kiss.
Sirius moaned into Remus's mouth, and the werewolf hungrily swallowed the sound. Hermione's knees felt weak, and she leaned on the wall for support. She knew that the men took comfort from one another, but she never knew that comfort meant...this.
She suddenly wished that they would comfort her.
Remus had heard the door creak open slightly with his lupine hearing, but he kept going. Maybe Hermione would join them. He knew it was a wish that would most likely never come true, but both he and Sirius wanted her.
Oh gods, how they wanted her!
Hermione watched as Sirius and Remus passionately tangled tongues, and her hand slipped into her soaked panties. She flicked her swollen button and stifled a moan, imagining Remus and Sirius's tongues lapping at her folds.
Sirius had also heard Hermione, and that tiny moan that told him she was pleasuring herself made him hard. He ground his groin into Remus's and groaned. The werewolf had heard the bushy-haired war heroine moan, and he could smell her arousal, and as he thrust his hips into Sirius's, desperate for some friction, he imagined Hermione's soft lips around his swollen member.
The two men made their way over to the queen-sized bed, still locked at the lips. Remus pushed Sirius down onto the mattress, and the canine was only too happy to oblige. Remus hovered over Sirius, and started kissing his neck, eliciting moans of approval from the wizard.
Hermione pulled her hand out from her underwear, opened the door further and stepped inside, shutting it softly. She knew that both men had probably heard her, but she didn't care. She wanted this.
Sirius's eyes closed as Remus flicked his tongue out to lick his earlobe. Hermione quickly shed her nightshirt leaving her in white cotton panties that were soaked with her juices and a thin white bra through which her nipples stood out prominently.
She met eyes with Remus, and he nodded. Hermione leaned over and brushed lips with Sirius. The Animagus's eyes shot open, a confused look on his face. He had thought that Hermione would just watch, and touch herself, but he had never expected her to join in.
The thought made him even harder.
He remembered that Hermione's lips were still on his, and he kissed back desperately, glad that, out of the Golden Trio, it was her who was still alive. Yes, he missed his godson, but he couldn't fuck him, now could he?
"Fuck, 'Mione," he breathed as Hermione kissed her way down his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple.
Hermione plucked at Sirius' and Remus' shirts and said breathlessly, "Off."
Sirius chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head. Remus hesitated, and Hermione swatted his arm.
"Do you honestly think that your scars will bother me?" She asked, shaking her head in disappointment. "Take your shirt off right this instant, or I will!"
Remus smiled and sighed in relief. "Are you sure?" He asked, worry lacing his voice. "I made most of them. I could hurt you, or worse, bite you! And you don't care?"
Hermione shook her head and said, "You're still Remus, no matter what form you're in." She started tugging Remus's shirt up over his taut stomach. Sirius smiled and assisted, holding his friend's arms up while the young witch pulled his shirt over his head.
Remus protested, but the words were replaced by moans as Sirius and Hermione placed their mouths over a nipple each. The feeling of their warm mouths and soft, slightly chapped lips was amazing.
Sirius flicked his tongue over a nipple, while Hermione kissed her way down Remus' stomach. His erection was threatening to tear through his pants as she dragged her tongue down, down, down...
Hermione licked the sparse hair leading into Remus's pants, making the werewolf shiver. She unbuttoned his trousers, and slowly, torturously dragged the zipper down.
Sirius undid his pants as well, and stroked himself as he watched Hermione give Remus what was probably the best blowjob of his life—at least, it looked like it.
Hermione ran her tongue over the weeping head of Remus's cock, then, without warning, engulfed him in her mouth.
Remus's eyes flashed gold, and he tried desperately to not come as the young witch's lips, swollen slightly from Sirius's passionate kisses, bobbed up and down his member. The wizards' breaths grew harsher and ragged as they neared their peak. Hermione reached over, still sucking Remus' dick, and peeled Sirius's hand away from his cock. She ran her fingers over him, faster and faster, bobbing her head on Remus's steel rod in time with her hand ministrations to the Animagus, until the two wizards threw their heads back and came with a groan.
Hermione swallowed the cum from Remus. It tasted better than any other guy's seed—not that there had been many, mind you. There had been a brief fling with Viktor Krum, very physical, but not romantic. They had both known that it wouldn't last. The Daily Prophet actually got one thing right, and that was that there was a love triangle with her, Viktor, and Harry. Only it hadn't been a love triangle so much as a ménage à trois.
Remus slumped forward onto the bed, knees weak. Who knew that seemingly innocent Hermione Granger wasn't so innocent, after all? She had given him better head than any prostitute from Diagon Alley—and it was free, too!
Sirius didn't remember ever coming that hard in his entire life. He wanted to keep Hermione forever, preferably in his bed! Maybe with Remus, too.
Remus and Sirius exchanged mischievous glances, and pulled off an undergarment each. Sirius suckled on Hermione's small, pert breasts, while Remus licked her slit. In only a few minutes, Hermione came undone with a cry of ecstasy.
Remus crawled up from between Hermione's legs, and kissed Sirius fiercely. Together, the two Marauders put on quite a show for the young witch, and soon grew hard again listening to her moan from watching them.
Remus stood at the side of the bed, his erect cock pointing up at the ceiling. "Up," he commanded breathlessly, his eyes glazed over with lupine gold. Hermione stood up, her knees still wobbly from her explosive orgasm.
"Remus will take your pussy and I'll take your arse," Sirius said bluntly. Hermione blushed at the crude language, but couldn't help being turned on by it.
The men grabbed her, Sirius behind and Remus in front. Their hard dicks poked her in the back and stomach. Sirius lifted her leg, and Remus took the chance to slide inside her.
The werewolf's eyes rolled back in his head. The witch was..."So fucking tight," he moaned. Sirius agreed with Remus as the Animagus pushed himself into Hermione's tight ass.
They were all in ecstasy. Hermione was filled to the brim, Sirius and Remus taking turns entering her. Remus's eyes were closed as he slid in and out of Hermione's smooth, wet sheath. Sirius was happy because it had been a while between shags, and because this shag, the best of his life, was Hermione.
His girl. His and Remus's.
Hermione could feel herself drawing closer to the brink, and she could tell that Sirius and Remus were, too. Remus shifted slightly, brushing her sweet spot, and Hermione toppled over the edge, stars dancing at the edges of her vision, her walls clamping tightly, squeezing the men.
Remus thrust one last time, and emptied his load into his mate. Sirius came not a second later, filling her tight ass with the creamy liquid.
The three of them fell onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied.
"Fuck," Sirius said.
"I know," Remus agreed. "That was amazing."
"Did you feel that?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, that," Remus said lightly. "That air of magic around us?"
Hermione nodded.
"That was Magic binding us all together," Sirius explained. "We are now family, sexual partners, and—"
"Pack," Remus finished.
Hermione groaned and snuggled in between the naked men. "If that was how you comfort one another after a fight or a nightmare, count me in!"
Sirius and Remus laughed sleepily, and cradled the witch—their witch—between their bare chests.
As they fell asleep, Magic swirled around them, forever binding the three lives as one. They were Pack now, and Pack stuck together.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm going to go take a cold shower now.